Lone Wolf? (Astera and Open)

[Astera]

"Asher," she murmured as he whispered his name into her ear. She trembled, she could not help it, as he kissed her neck and ran his fingers up her shirt and across her skin... And she had noticed the hesitation after she had said for him to bring her where he wanted her or for she would take him right there in the streets. The hesitation could have been mistaken for the boldness of her comment but Astera knew by experience it meant otherwise. He was not the type of male who usually invited his catches to his place. That she understood. It was easier to leave someone's place in the morning when you woke up instead of having to kick someone out of your own place.

She could not stop the slight moan when his hands withdrew and she gasped in surprise when he grasped her hand and pulled her down the street. It was a move she had not quite been expecting, having seen the doubt in his eyes as he contemplated whether to take her to his place or not. But right before he grabbed her, Astera had noticed the glimmer of lust. Her pheromones never failed her nor her bred good looks. As he hurried, his pace quick, too quick for any human to walk and to even keep their feet as they ran, she kept up with his pace easily and allowed herself to be pulled like a little girl. It made her giddy inside to be forced to follow. She took note of their surroundings, of the buildings they passed, the streets they went down, so she could find her way back when it came time for her to leave... It was rare for a werewolf to get lost but it did happen from time to time.

As he opened the door after a brief hesitation that troubled her, her troubles flew away as he pulled her against him and began to assault her with a deep, passionate kiss that excited the wolf in her. Her foot fumbled back to kick the door closed and she plunged her fingers into his hair, returning the fierce kiss, and her teeth lightly then more firmly bit his bottom lip in a playful manner. She growled low in her throat, a husky, lusty growl that indicated she was not to play games for too long before she took what she wanted.

[Astera]

"I though you knew what you were getting yourself when you let me kiss you the first time…or at least when I brought you here."

Astera narrowed her eyes, his lips on hers again, his voice gentle, his mannuerisms gentle, and inwardly she snorted. This was not the type of male he was... He played himself off as being a dominant male and she had expected the sex to be rough. But not like that. Perhaps it was her being too old... But if the sex brought tears to your eyes not from pleasure but from pain there was a bit of deep seated issues going on or perhaps he had never learned how to treat a female properly. Or he had the wrong type of notion of how werewolves were to act to each other.

"When the sex reminds you of being raped at certain points, and there was no indication prior to it except for eager kissing which I have received many times prior and eager pulling to get me to your place... Sorry, I guess I was blindsighted. I was expecting it to be... you to be a bit more of a gentleman but here I am comparing you to a human." She chuckled, though there was a darkness about her, a darkness that threatened to spring out and give him a broken, bloody nose in the least. "When we are werewolves. Mind if I use your shower?"

She did not wait for an answer before she stepped into it and turned it on, wanting to wash the sweat off her body and the smell of sex. If he was to ask her to leave, she wanted to not be reeking of her activities prior... If he was to allow her to stay, well, a shower was refreshing. She winced when she walked, however, and hoped her body would heal herself fast enough to not have to continue feeling the discomfort. Astera was surprised at herself she had not mauled him... if it had been anyone else he would have been dead, bleeding on the floor, due to the things he had done to her. Perhaps there was something a bit different about him.... or she blamed it on pure, young ignorance. Or stupidity. Whichever it was. She heaved a sigh.

[Asher Martin]

Asher listened to her speech successfully keeping his face emotionless. He wanted to smile at how much she sounded like a nagging girlfriend. That was alright for now in fact Asher even slightly enjoyed it. He watched after her as she finished and headed for the shower. His eyes lingered over her bare form before he turned as well and headed into the bathroom. Girls were like that. If it wasn’t one thing it was something else. Asher shook his head in wonder and amusement. He couldn’t exactly put Astera into the way he would rate any human girl. She was completely different. Not only a different breed of werewolf but a different type of woman as well. He doubted he would ever find another woman like her again. Maybe he would keep her around for a while. He smiled thinking back at her line about gentlemen. Who said I was gentleman anyway? he mumbled quietly. He couldn’t exactly be mad at her. He had been rough but she had asked for it so…communication glitch about just how rough she had wanted it.

He heard the sound of the shower turn on and quickly pulled his boxers and pants back on and fumbled on a shelf for his pack of cigarettes. He really didn’t enjoy smoking but it was a good way to get himself back together again. Cleared the senses for him instead of fogging them up with the inhalation of nicotine. Puling one of the small sticks out Asher pulled his lighter out and lit it and stepped out onto his small balcony. The air would have been cold but seeing how his normal body temperature was over 110 degree he figured he wouldn’t freeze. Now all he would have to do is wait and see what Astera was up for doing. Most of the time he let his human girls sleep but Astera had more energy than them and probably wouldn’t need it. What a wonderful time to get to know each other.

[Astera]

Astera picked through what he kept in his shower, snorting. Decent enough shampoo and conditioner. ...Better than what other males had. This one cared about his looks and that was a plus in her book. Astera used his shampoo and ran it through her silken hair and then combined the shampoo with conditioner to save on time. As she let them set, she used his soap to wash her body, taking care to be careful around her nether regions. She was already healed by the time she began to wash and was relieved that she was lucky in that sense.... When it came to silver inflicted wounds those did not heal as quickly, even as quickly for others of their kind. She rinised her hair and she rinsed her body and turned off the shower.

She stepped out and raided his cabinets until she found mouth wash and used that. Hygiene... it was important to her. When one literally went months at a time without even a toothbrush when having territory disputes... Ugh, hygiene was rather important to her. Astera then pulled on her bra and pants and used a shower to dry her hair and combed her hair with her fingers. It would work; her hair always dried straight no matter what she did with it.

Smelling the cigarette smoke, Astera crooned to herself and knew she would be bumming a fag from Asher. And with him preoccupied on the balcony... Astera slipped into his bedroom and went through his drawers. She was not looking for anything in particular... but she was a minor klepto. What she stole was nothing too bad, it was a shirt, and it was not necessarily stealing... borrowing. Astera buttoned up the shirt and slipped out... before a watch caught her eye. And then that was in her pocket. She liked to know what time it was.

Astera followed him out onto the balcony and without hesitating snatched the cigarette from between his fingers and took a drag on it before handing it back. She held the nicotine in her lungs before blowing it out slowly.

"Nice place you have," she said. "Your parents are still alive, I'm assuming. I mean, they may not be, and from the look of your place, it's not necessarily lived in but it's nice, too nice for someone who doesn't stay. You have money. But..." She twirled her hand for him to answer.

[Asher Martin]

Asher heard the sound of the shower shutting off but he stayed put. She would come to him and if she decided to leave then he would let her. As she drifted out into the bedroom he could smell his soap and shampoo. He smiled lightly and took a drag of his cigarette watching the tip as it glowed red hot before dying down as he let the smoke drift from his mouth. He ignored that fact that he could clearly hear her rooting around in his stuff. She didn’t seem the type to sleep with a guy just to steal stuff from him so he would give her a chance. Out of his peripheral vision he saw her step onto the balcony with him. She was wearing his shirt. Well one of them. She did fill it out nicely. Asher watched her letting his eyes wash over every curve of her body as she took a drag of his cigarette before handing it back. He could tell she scared most guys…intimidated them. She was forceful and so was Asher. That was probably why he got away with so much with her. If he had been just a little bit timid she probably would have torn him apart but she just like him was curious to see what the other would do.

Turning his head forward again Asher took another drag on the cigarette and let the smoke drift into the night air. She was whip smart wasn’t she? It should be fairly easy to see that Asher wasn’t the type of guy to keep to a job for long and this apartment most certainly wasn’t paying the rent itself. He sighed and shrugged before turning to face the other direction and leaning against the guard rail. He gripped the cold metal with one hand fiercely feeling it give slightly from his strength. Well when my parents found out what I was they just didn’t want anything to do with me so they send me money…enough to keep this…enough to keep me from getting back in contact with them he said lifting the cigarette to his mouth again. He paused letting it hover inches from his lips before he took another drag and let his hand drop again as he tapped the excess ash off the end. What about you? he asked looking over at her. Any disgruntled family members or friends…or have they all been lucky enough to die mortal? he asked letting a note of cynicism creep into his voice.

[Astera]

One of her biggest pet peeves... Asking about history. Why did everyone want to know about her history? What importance was it to them about what happened to her in her past? To use as ammo, to try and figure out why she was the way she was? Ugh, such an annoyance, and she thought of telling him what she told everyone who did not completely irritate her. But instead, she decided to humor him if only a little to keep him from asking too much.

"I'm over three hundred years old," Astera said and lifted the cigarette from his fingers to take a drag before handing it back. "Do you think I would have any family by now?" She smirked then shrugged her shoulders. "I had sperm and egg donors. That's all. Some sort of village run by a pack to create... perfect Lycanthropes. Actually, they were attempting to create a Lycanthrope that would be able to have children. Reproduction. Something we are not able to do yet oddly enough." She blew out the smoke and swirled her finger in it before it disappeared. "Think they failed. I'm not pregnant. And I'm sorry to hear about your parents, though I can't exactly say I understand what you're going through. You know... no experience in such a field. But I personally believe it's a bunch of bullshit they would abandon you in such a way."

[Asher Martin]

Asher shrugged and lifted the cigarette to his mouth again. Well I can't really say I blame them...nobody likes a freak...even werewolves he said shaking his head. It was true. Asher had never wanted to really be part of a pack. Even a pack leader sounded restricting. He had seen werewolves kill another werewolf because they were too weak. Why did it matter? Just like Astera had mentioned...werewolves couldnt reproduce so it shouldnt matter. Mindless killing was lost on Asher. Sure he could do it...and he had but it wasnt a pastime of his or anything. Sometimes being a werewolf still caught him off guard and he bit someone. It happened. Asher looked over at Astera watching her. It was pretty rare that Asher would even bring a girl to his apartment but even more rare that he would let them stay for much longer. That shirt looks better on you than it does on me he said grinning crookedly at her.


ooc: MUSELESS bah!

[Astera]

"I still call bullshit. You always hear about how a parent's love is eternal, no matter what. Then look at your family.. But again, why should I care?"

Astera straightened and looked at him.

"That shirt looks better on you than it does on me."

"Huh, I guess it's mine now then." Astera smirked at Asher and shrugged a shoulder. "You really don't let too many females stay here after you fuck them, do you? Why are you letting me stay? Because you find me interesting or something of the sort?"

OOC: A bit museless myself, too.. lol.

[Asher Martin]

Her smug attitude was starting to annoy Asher. Just because he let her stay a bit longer than any other girl doesnt mean that he was more interested in her than anyone else. He just found the way she switched personalities so easily...intriguing. Yes you could that I find you interesting... he said turning his entire body towards her. He smashed the smoldering end of the cigarette out on the balcony wall and in one stride stood in front of her. Don't let it go to you head though he said giving her a sadistic grin. She was beautiful yes. And she knew how to turn a guy on also. She was by far the most intelligent (maybe too intelligent) werewolf he had ever met in all his years of being one. She was absolutely infuriating though. Asher had always prided himself on being able to read women but Astera's moods changed so quickly he couldnt keep tabs on her and he could tell tha was how she liked it.

Besides he said running a finger down the middle of her shirt. It's not as easy as just saying "Alright the funs over time for you to leave" he stated turning away from her. Normally it's best to be a little more classy...more suave he finished leaning against the balcony. Astera could take however he liked. If she wanted to leave than she could go ahead but she had to give his shirt back either way as well as the watch he could see in her pocket. Skin tight jeans were only good for one thing. Being taken off. Then again Asher really wouldnt care if she stayed around. There was still much to learn about her and he knew he would only scratch the surface if she stayed a little longer with him. Astera must be the type of girl it would take centuries to finally understand.

[Astera]

"Yes you could that I find you interesting... Don't let it go to your head."

Astera could not help the slight flinch that came to her when he stood in front of her, using his size to tower over her, and her eyes narrowed the tiniest bit, a soft warning growl rising in her throat. Do not push me too far, the growl said, and tread carefully because if you push me, I will bite and bite hard. Astera watched him cautiously, not sure what game he was playing, or if he was playing one at all. For a young male, Asher was... quite intriguing. He had a flare about him, almost as if he had to keep up appearances for whatever reason. Even when in the bedroom. Or... bathroom. His type always took a bit of time to figure out and though on the surface she found him easy to read despite what he may have thought there was things hidden beneath the surface.

Astera desperately wanted to see him crack, to see what was beneath. Was there a sweetness there, a sweetness that would send him clawing after her, desperately wanting her, or was there an untamable violence that would burst and rupture if pushed too far?

"It's not as easy as just saying 'Alright the funs over time for you to leave'. Normally it's best to be a little more classy...more suave."

Asher's finger traced down the middle of his shirt that she wore. Her eyes trailed the path of his fingers, the skin slightly rising in response.

"It wouldn't offend me," Astera said, wishing she could have a cigarette of her own and thought of going to get one but instead, she reached into her pocket and dropped the watch into his hand. If she had really wanted it, she would have hid it better. Keep him on his toes. He would remain entertained. "But you find me interesting... You're an interesting one yourself..."

[Asher Martin]

Asher laughed out loud. He hadn't thought it would offend her. She seemed like she wouldnt be phased if he told her he didnt want anything to do with her after this which normally would be the case...she was just so irresistable to him. Well I guess that makes us equal he said as she handed him back the watch from her pocket. She must have seen him look at her pocket. They were both at a stalemate currently he could tell. He barely knew anything about her and she barely knew anything about him. There was a small part that wanted to know more but by asking it would be inviting some kind of open relationship. So where exactly do we go with this Astera...we both know that any kind of steady relationship between us would go to shit and we would be at each others throats...but I like you too much to let you slip completely through the cracks of my so completely male mind he said grinning down at her...wanting to kiss her. No he would have plenty of time to do that later.

[Astera]

"So where exactly do we go with this Astera...we both know that any kind of steady relationship between us would go to shit and we would be at each others throats...but I like you too much to let you slip completely through the cracks of my so completely male mind."

Astera huffed out a breath of air. She was not sure of how to take such statements... Whether to be flattered, because she had heard similar words before, or if she should be irritated, which was how she usually reacted. No one needed her that badly, no one wanted her that badly except for fulfilling physical needs and desires and fantasies. Asher had fulfilled the physical need... and with how he was looking at her, she knew he wanted her again, or at least wanted to touch her. And, with his statement, he was crossing into the desire category... He desired to have her again. And then he would want her to fulfill his fantasies. ...If she had not already.

"You could feed me. Or I could take you out for a bite to eat. I am rather hungry," Astera said. And smirked.

[Asher Martin]

Asher grinned down at her and shrugged. Well I'm not much of a cook but if it means keeping you around a little longer I wouldn't mind taking you out to a late dinner he said looking down at the street. It was empty which meant it was probably too late for any actual restaraunts but there were more than enough twenty four hour coffee shops and they served food too...not that money was an object he would have bought her anything she wanted at this point but her luck ran out about an hour and a half ago when all the restraunts closed.

Heading back into the apartment, Asher tossed the watch back onto the dresser where she probably had snatched it from. He didnt really care if she had taken it...he rarely ever wore it. Still...stealing was not something he liked on a first date. Asher grinned and pulled a clean black button up shirt and threw it on. He quickly buttoned it up and adjusted the collar. Cooking was not his thing and anyone looking inside his fridge would know that. He rarely opened it...the bright empty whiteness hurt his eyes.

[Astera]

Astera waited a little longer, staring up at the sky leaning against the railing on the small balcony enjoying a moment of silence and of solitude as Asher went inside to change. What a gentleman... taking her out to a... coffee shop. But she enjoyed tea. She especially enjoyed chai tea. If he wanted to slip a little into her heart and good favors, buying her chai was the way to do it.

Maybe he was not such a bad guy... just misguided and full of himself and full of those male hormones that gave them huge egos and macho feelings.

Astera walked into the apartment and unbuttoned Asher's shirt. She knelt and picked up her bra, sliding off Asher's shirt and folding it, setting it on his bed. She hooked her bra then pulled on her top. She slid into his bathroom and checked herself in the mirror. As usual, she looked fine, and she ran her fingers through her hair. Easy to deal with when one had hair like hers: never dried with kinks in it. Always straight.

When finished preening herself, which was not much, Astera went out to wait for him in the living room.

[Asher Martin]

Finishing up Asher found her in the living room. Back to normal for now. He couldnt help but feel a small hint of awkwardness in the way that they were with each other. Had he revealed too much when he told her he couldnt get enough of her? It wasnt like he was saying he loved her. Now that was a completely awkward phrase that he vowed he would never utter again as long as he lived...which was bound to be quite a while. Love was a blind fools emotion...but he had felt it before. He would be lying if he said he didnt love Shanti. The only thing was that he had been clingy. First relationship woes. He was sure she had loved him too but they both had known that it would take an insane amount of luck to make any type of relationship work. So she left...without saying good bye. Perhaps thats what had turned Asher into a shallow sex driven jerk off. Ya probably.

Feeling a little remorse for being heartless towards Astera and her first time with him Asher smiled at her and grabbed her hand. He wasnt the sentimental type but holding hands was fine he figured. If she even wanted to. Oh well he wouldnt be offended if she didnt. Holding hands was for people who loved each other and he and Astera were absolutely nowhere near that point. Shall we? he asked tossing her a childish grin. Oh the irony. He was a child compared to her. Well now was the time for her to teach him.

ooc: sorry I didnt really give you much to go off of...gar!